Heartbreaker(50)

Finn sucks in a breath. “What?” he asks, trying to focus. “Sorry, I missed that. Tell me again?”

I stroke a little harder, and Finn gives me a look. “You want me to stop?” I whisper, wide-eyed and innocent. I sink to my knees, and slowly lick along his shaft. He groans.

“Call you back,” he mutters, and hangs up, tossing his phone across the room. In an instant, he’s dragged me to my feet again, backing me up hard against the kitchen island. “You little minx.” He grins, stripping my robe off.

“You started it.”

“Which means I get to finish, too.” Finn grabs my waist and lifts me onto the counter. I wrap my legs around him, loving the feel of his mouth on my skin. He kisses across my breasts, licking at the stiff peaks of my nipples until I’m writhing eagerly against him, wet and ready. He chuckles, the sound sending a buzz of vibration against my skin. “Someone’s in a hurry.”

“I do have to get to work,” I point out breathlessly. Not because I give a damn about making it to the office in time. No, I just need him inside me, right now.

“Well then,” Finn lifts his head, giving me a look that curls my stomach. “I guess we’ll just have to make it snappy.”

He yanks my thighs wider, positioning himself right against me. I gasp, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer. Finn doesn’t need another invitation. He thrusts hard, embedding himself deep inside me.

Yes.

He f*cks me again, rocking up inside with an incredible friction, the feel of his cock rubbing my most sensitive spot. I kiss him, moaning against his mouth, balanced on the edge of the countertop with nothing but his strong arms holding me in place as he pistons faster, rocking higher.

“Finn,” I gasp, digging my nails into his back. “Fuck, there. Right there!”

I can feel my orgasm already building, driven on by the deep, hard thrust of his cock and the way his body slams against me with every new stroke. “Don’t stop,” I pant, thrusting to meet him. “Please don’t stop!”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Finn nips at my earlobe, then slides a hand between us. He finds my clit, and caresses me in time with his fast, devastating strokes. Oh f*ck. I sob, muffled against his skin, and then my climax is ripping through me, so fast and wild it makes my head spin.

“Oh God, Eva,” Finn makes an animal groan, and then comes hard, panting against me. His body shudders, heartbeat racing against my chest. He gasps for air. “Fuck!”

“Uh huh,” I murmur, the sweetness spreading through every limb like honey. “That sounds about right.”

He holds me a moment, our pulses racing in time, then gently lifts me down and sets me on the floor. “Good morning.” He grins, brushing hair back from my face.

I laugh, slowly coming back down to earth. “Now that’s a better wakeup than a second cup of coffee.”

“You better go shower,” he says, sending me away with a slap on my ass. “And I’ll go make sure they didn’t trash the house before I decide to jump in there with you.”

“Promises, promises.”



Finn joins me in the shower after all, and it’s another hour before I roll into work, feeling flushed and exhilarated, like I’ve just run an epic marathon.

But way more fun.

“I hate you.” Delilah greets me as soon as I step through the doors. I stop dead.

“What did I do?”

“Got laid, if that grin on your face is any indication.” Delilah breaks into a delighted grin. “So come on, spill. Was it the hot vet or the sexy rock star? I’m guessing the rock star. Sawyer Green looks slow and steady, and you’ve got ‘hard fast f*ck’ written all over you.”

“Dee!”

I go stash my purse and sit behind my desk. Delilah groans, clutching a massive coffee mug. “You’re going to take the high road? No way, that’s not fair. I’m your best friend, I deserve some salacious details.”

I smirk. “What if my lips stay sealed?”

“Then I’ll spike your coffee and make you talk somehow.” Delilah scoots her chair over, the wheels rattling on the carpet. “Was it good? It has to be good. You wouldn’t be walking with a limp if it wasn’t good.”

“I am not!” I protest, laughing. “Shut up!”

“I’ll shut up when you give me something.” Delilah studies me. “God, it must have been good. You look like you just got back from a spa weekend.” She gives a mournful sigh. “I miss glowy sex skin. My complexion is always way better when I’m getting some.”

“Where are you putting it?” I crack, and she bursts out laughing before settling down again.

“I get it. You’ve had your fun. I’m begging now.”

I pretend to roll my eyes, but really, I’m dying to share the details. I’m so full of happiness and energy that it feels like I’m going to explode. “It was Finn,” I admit.

“I knew it!” Delilah bangs the desk. “I saw you guys sneaking away from the party. Where did you go?”

“Away.” I smile, remembering the secret hidden spot he showed me. Was it really just last night? I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime in just a few short hours. “And then we went back to my place.”